No. More. Cake.

A new hottie appeared this week at the gym. Today, I got to see him in a towel and out (not because I was stalking, but rather because he was somewhat flaunting himself next to me in the locker room). I have to admit, it was perfection really. All of which means I need to get back on the Fat Sally Sunday train - not eating cake throughout the week. Hard to do though when Chris comes home with Portillo's cake (as he did last night). I quickly stuffed the slice into the freezer so I wouldn't be tempted. After all, I won't look like "Antonio" at the gym if I keep consuming sweet treats every night. More like Natalie from the Facts of Life if I don't stop.